An ancient Egyptian song
It was said at the funeral
The deceased was buried so that his family could be patient
The Hares Papyrus (text 387)

Rub your head with myrrh
I wear white linen
Anoint your heart with pure oil for the servants of God
Increase your goodness and do not make your heart anxious
Follow your heart in the company of your loved ones
Do your work on the ground
And do not grieve your heart
Until the day when the calamity of death strikes you
The tired heart does not hear their screams.